Dad's the pitcher

Maverick’s phone vibrated on his deck. It was his dad, so he picked up immediately.

“Hey,” he answered like a typical teenager, more of a grunt than a greeting.

“Hey. Did mom leave?” Luke asked with anticipation.

“Yeah, about an hour ago,” Maverick answered nonchalantly. Luke could almost see him shrugging his shoulders.

“Ok. I’ll be there in 15 minutes. Be ready,” Luke told him as if he were reminding the kid.

“I will be,” Maverick answered but not as excited as Luke.

“You better be,” Luke said, half joking, half serious.

“I said I will, dad,” the kid told him with a heavy sigh and a roll of his eyes.

“Good boy,” Luke said as he ended the call.

15 min later....

“Maverick!” Luke called out from the front door.

“In my room!”

Luke took the stairs two at a time.

Luke entered the boy’s messy room. The kid was playing video games. “Hey.”

“Hey. Almost done,” Maverick replied, looking back briefly at his dad. His fingers tap, tap, tapping his controller in his hands.

The kid was fresh from practice, just showered. Luke could smell the soap. He was wearing a beat-up t-shirt that was one size too small, his powerful shoulders and traps outlined in the tight fabric. He wore a pair of workout shorts and was barefoot. He was the epitome of a young jock, solid, muscular, tan and smooth. His body developed enough where clothing couldn’t hide his build.

“How was school?” Luke asked his son as he stepped behind him, putting his hands on the boy’s shoulders.

“Same shit, different day,” the boy shrugged. He had been deeply involved in the game but at the touch of his dad’s hands, his concentration waned. Being the teenage boy he was, he was really excited his dad was here but hated leaving a game unfinished.

“Baseball practice?”

“Good. Also, same shit, different day.”

Luke was massaging Mavericks muscular shoulders. He could feel his son loosen up, tension leaving.

Luke leaned down and rested his chin on Maverick’s shoulder watching the video game play out on the screen. Maverick tilted his head to the side resting against his dad’s. He could feel his dad’s chin stubble against his neck. He liked Luke’s scent. It was manly, musky with a hint of machine oil and grime.

“I don’t even know what that means but I assume you’re pitching in the next game?” Luke asked as he wrapped an arm over the kid’s other shoulder and lay his tattoo-sleeved forearm across Maverick’s meaty chest, giving him a small hug.

“Oh yeah, dude. That was never in question,” Maverick bragged with a chuckle.

Luke smiled. “That’s my boy,” Luke said proudly with a pat and a squeeze of the boy’s pec.

He liked it when his son called him dude, felt like one of his buddies. Maverick came up with code words whenever he wanted to fuck. The kid would text Luke and ask his dad if he wanted to get together and “bro it up”? That became their go to for hooking up on the downlow.

Luke gave the kid a small kiss on his neck and then behind his ear.

“How long do we have?” he whispered between kisses and hugging the boy tighter. The boy put down his game controller which he wasn’t even paying attention to the game anyway.

Maverick grabbed hold of his dad’s muscular, corded forearm with one hand and readjusted his stiff cock in his shorts with the other. “She won’t be home until late, like ten o’clock.

“Good. I’m horny as fuck.”

“Dude, me too,” Maverick said, trembling, his hormones on fire. He turned his head and met his dad in a lip lock. Luke broke it off and looked down at his son.

“Hey, muscle boy,” Luke whispered seductively, the mood changing.

Maverick stood and turned to his dad and replied, “Hey, big guy.” They embraced and attacked each other’s mouths again. His dad was a few inches taller, so he had to reach up a bit to reach his mouth.

The kid looked up at his dad and clapped his hands on to his dad’s slab pectorals with an approving grunt. He liked the hardness he felt when he slapped them. His dad would always puff his chest out a bit because he knew his son loved his chest. Luke was a tall, strapping man. Six-foot-four, 210 pounds of powerful muscle. Some of it was gym-built muscle, some was manual labor muscle. Luke owned his own construction company and he worked just as hard as his employees which made his body envious to anyone who knew him. He was rugged, rough around the edges, an ex-athlete. His everyday uniform was work boots, tight faded blue jeans, a form-fitting t-shirt and his red, company ball cap. His dark hair was wavy and longer and it curled up over the back and sides of his hat. He wore a scruffy five o’clock shadow on his square, dimpled jaw. Luke was not model-handsome. He was rugged, blue-collar handsome. A 37-year-old, ruggedly handsome, mountain of hard muscle and an ego big enough to fill a room.

“Fuck, dad. you’re so fucking hot,” Maverick said as he felt up his dad’s massive biceps.

“Hottest DILF you know,” Luke bragged. He was right. He was by far the hottest dad of most of Maverick’s friends barring one or two other DILFS. It turned Maverick on when he heard his dad brag and talk with so much arrogance and superiority. He was proud to have such an alpha male for his father. It rubbed off on himself, taking after his dad in that area too. It made his dick hard when his dad asserted his dominance.

“Hottest dad and the hottest fuck,” Maverick said with another slap to his dad’s pecs. Slaps to his dad’s muscles was like Maverick’s mating call. When he started doing that, Luke knew the kid was ready to get roughed up. His son loved it rough and verbal. He got off on his powerful, hunky dad taking control and throwing the muscle boy around while they fucked. The kid was one big raging hormone. That combined with a smooth, ripped muscular athlete’s body, and a perfect face and a thick head of blonde/brown hair made him irresistible, not only to his dad but to anyone with a pulse.

“God, I love it when you talk like that, Mav,” Luke said as he rubbed his jeans covered cock up against his son’s.

“Yeah?” the boy said with a raised eyebrow. He took that as a challenge. “You gonna FUCK me, dad? Huh? You gonna bone your kid?” the boy taunted.

Luke gave him a small smack on his handsome cheek. “I’m going to ruin your hole,” his dad promised with a growl.

“Gonna breed your muscle boy, dad? Knock me up?” the kid asked with a cocky tone. Luke’s nickname for Maverick during sex was muscle boy. Luke was only attracted to muscle boys and Maverick was narcissistic enough to love being call that.

“I’m going to get your jock ass pregnant with your little brother, you hot fucker.”

“Then let’s get breeding,” Maverick said with such confidence and determination to make his dad feel as good as possible.

The two stripped down and Luke pushed the kid to his knees. “Suck me, muscle boy,” he told the boy.

Maverick didn’t have to be told twice. He dived forward onto the thick, long cock and swallowed it.

“Jesus fuck, muscle boy!” Luke sighed in his deep baritone voice as he ran his fingers through Maverick’s thick chestnut hair.

Maverick stroked the cock while he bobbed back and forth on the huge piece of meat. He looked up at his dad as he did so. Luke thought it was the hottest thing when his son looked up at him while he had his dad’s thick cock in his mouth. The handsome, masculine boy, someone no one would guess liked dick, lived to please his dad and make him proud. He worshipped his father, a role model, the man he wanted to be. Luke grabbed the sides of his head and speared his cock into the boy’s throat, causing Maverick to gag and cough. Luke didn’t stop though.

“That’s a good muscle boy. Gag on that cock,” he instructed his son, reminding him that sometimes it takes a little pain to please his dad. Luke got off on seeing the athlete struggle with his cock. Everything came so easy to the kid. He liked to see him struggle sometimes. It grounded him. Maverick’s eyes watered and his face flushed red as he continued to deep throat the thick cock.

“Good boy. Suck that cock,” Luke grunted and groaned at the feeling of the tight warm throat around his cock. “My stud boy is a cocksucker. Show your dad how much of a faggot you are for his huge cock,”

That made Maverick try even harder to swallow the cock. He loved it when his dad called him a faggot or a cocksucker or a bitch. It reinforced the dynamics of their sexual relationship. These times with his dad were the only times he could truly be himself and not the straight boy façade he put on in public. Dating and fucking girls to reinforce his alpha status but in reality, he was hooking up with dudes like himself and that added bonus of finding out his dad was into dudes too. The man he worshipped and idolized was just like him.

Luke grinned down at his son. “Yeah, look at you, muscle boy. Queer for your dad. Love seeing your fucking muscles flex and stretch for your dad’s cock.”

“Mmm..mm…mmm,” Maverick mumbled as he sucked. The kid continued to polish his dad’s pole until his dad pulled his head off. Luke almost came. “Can’t come in your mouth, muscle boy.”

Maverick licked his lips and wiped the spit off his mouth with the back of his hand. “Where do you want me, big guy?”

“Ass up,” Luke said bluntly, pointing to the bed. Luke kept his hat on. Maverick loved it when he wore his ballcap.

Maverick belly flopped onto his bed before he reached over and grabbed a bottle of lube that was waiting on his nightstand. He tossed it back to Luke, who caught it with one hand and drizzled it on the kid’s hole and then some on his own cock.

“Do I need to loosen your fuck hole?” Luke asked as he stuck a finger in his son’s tight, bubble butt.

Maverick winced as he felt his dad’s thick digit under his hole. “Nah, not as much. I told you I was ready. Bring your worst, big guy,” Maverick answered confidently.

Maverick sometimes wondered what it would be like if his buddies found out he was gay. He knew they would be shocked. Maverick kept up a good front of being the alpha, pussy hound on the team. If they knew he really loved to have his ass owned, maybe it wouldn’t be the end of the world. These days, who cares if the pitcher is a homo. But if anyone knew he liked taking it from his dad, well, there would be hell to pay for sure. His buddies all thought his dad was the coolest, mainly, because he was a stud. Tall, built, athletic and still pretty damn hot compared to their dad’s who had let themselves go. Maverick’s friends and coaches for that matter were all intimidated by his dad. Luke was strict with Maverick and his training. It was clear to everyone that Maverick was expected to be the best at everything, and Luke was not one to mince words with coaches and teachers if he thought they weren’t doing right by his son. Maverick liked to think even if his buddies did find out his dad was giving it to him that they might be envious it wasn’t them in Maverick’s place taking cock from the sexiest dad in the world.

“That’s my muscle boy,” Luke warned him as he aimed at his target and fired. His cock broke through the small, tight hole making Maverick’s body tense up. His head was resting on his forearms but shot up at penetration. He grunted and winced, letting loose a flurry of swear words with other guttural sounds.

“Fuck,” the kid said quietly. Luke pushed more in slowly. “Fuck,” the boy said again but with more fervor. Luke continued to sink into the muscular, round ass under him until he could sink no more. Maverick was holding his breath and then breathing slow and deep, getting used to the size and girth. Luke lay down flat on Maverick’s mountainous back, wiggled his ass and corkscrewed his cock deeper into the boy’s butt.

“Dad!” Maverick called out; his voice labored. “Your cock is so fucking huge, dude.”

“You always say that, and you always take it,” Luke told him, slowly starting to pull out. “Your damn ass is so fucking tight. You’re going to break my dick off inside you.”

“Good! Then I can take you with me everywhere I go,” Maverick said, his voice strained, trying to sound cool but also sounding like he was struggling.

“Yeah? You want dad’s cock in your pussy all the time muscle boy? Getting fucked like a jock fag?” Luke taunted while he began to rev up his fuck pace.

Maverick’s body tensed again. An uncharacteristically, high-pitched sound came from his throat when his dad’s cock grazed his nut.

“You know you make my jock pussy wet, dad.” he said through clenched teeth.

A deep, animalistic growl erupted from his dad. That kind of talk from his son really got his cock harder. His son was a fucking stud. A beautiful, muscular, powerhouse that made every male envious. He had it all. He had looks, the body, the athletic skill and a very hot dad who supported him 100%. To hear a guy like that refer to himself as a jock pussy, that made Luke fucking proud. Proud that his boy could pull off the duality of stud and pussy.

Luke couldn’t hold back. He needed to ravage that ass. He needed to dominate it. He needed to control it. He needed to wreck it. And he loved how his son could take it like a man with the finesse of a whore. Luke began to pound his boy hard and fast. The sound of slapping skin echoed through the room. Maverick could no longer speak. All he could do was scream and groan and squirm.

Luke reached up and took a hold of Maverick’s thick traps and used them like handlebars, pulling his kid back up to all fours as he thrust forward into the tight hole.

“You like this, muscle boy? Huh?” Luke barked as he slammed into the boy.

“Yeah,” the kid whimpered.

“Are you a muscle cum dump?”

“Yeah,” came another whimper.

“Are you a fucking jock faggot?”

“Fuck!” came a scream from Maverick’s throat. “Yeah, dad! I’m a fucking faggot!”

Luke slowed down a bit and started long dicking the muscle ass. “Mmm…Christ, muscle boy. Love your fucking jock ass. So, fucking toned and hard.”

Maverick was panting. “I keep it that way just for you, dad. It’s your ass.”

“Fuck yes, muscle boy. So hot seeing my big stud son taking dick like a faggot. He’s hot for his dad. He’s gay for his dad.”

Maverick smiled. He was gay for his dad. Sure, he was gay for other guys too, but his dad was the most important man in his life. He took care of him, kept him safe. He liked their sexual dynamic, the role play, the fuck talk. He knew his dad was proud of him and he in no way thought he was some worthless faggot who was a disappointment. Just the opposite. His dad was fucking impressed as hell with his son. The kid could take a fuck like no other and then roll out of bed and go back to being a cocky, alpha without even blinking.

Luke smacked the kid’s ass hard, Maverick hissed. It hurt but it was a good hurt. Luke was corkscrewing his boy. He was trying not to shoot off but the beauty of the boy, the feeling of the tight ass, it was all too much,

“I’m going to cum inside you, Mav!” Luke announced. “Gonna dump a load in my muscle boy!”

“FUCK YES! Sperm my hole, dad! Make a mess inside my pussy!”

“MAAAV!” Luke bellowed as he shot an angry load deep into the bowels of his son.

Maverick looked back and watched his dad’s face, the ecstasy on his handsome face, the way he turned red, veins popped in his neck. He couldn’t hold back either.

“DAD!” the boy yelled out as he shot all over the mattress below him. He shot without even touching himself.

The boy collapsed along with his dad on top of him. Luke stayed erect inside his son. Both guys were a sweaty, flushed mess. They were breathing hard, trying to catch their breath.

“God, I love it when you fuck me,” Maverick managed to get out between breaths.

“I could fuck you all day, every day,” Luke said with a kiss to his son’s shoulder.

“Isn’t that what we’re going to do all next weekend, big guy?” Maverick asked, referring to next weekends father/son trip.

“Muscle boy, I don’t even plan on leaving the hotel room,” Luke chuckled.

“Fuuuck. How the fuck did I get so lucky to get such a hot fucking stud for a dad whose gay for my ass?”

“How did I get so lucky to get a fucking beautiful, slutty muscle boy for a son who’s gay for my dick?”

Luke pulled out of his son and rolled off to lay next to the boy.

“You ever scared we’re gonna get caught?” Maverick asked after a minute or silence.

“Aww, I try not to think about it,” Luke waved it off but honestly, sometimes he did.

“Mom would kill you.”

“Your mom’s a cunt. Sorry,” Luke said, ironically unapologetically.

“She has a new boyfriend,” Maverick muttered.

“I know,” said Luke as he took Maverick’s hand in his, clasping their fingers.

“Does that bother you?”

“Mav, we got divorced because she’s a whore.”

“I thought it was because you were boning dudes on the side,” Maverick commented sarcastically.

“Well, there is that. Doesn’t matter. I didn’t have to come out because she left before I could.”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

“You like this one,” Luke asked referring to his ex-wife’s new boyfriend.

“Meh, he’s nice. Of course, he’s hot. Nice ass.” Maverick said nonchalantly.

“She does have great taste in men,” Luke said as a humble brag.

“That is a true statement,” his son agreed.

“You gonna keep your hands off this one?” Luke asked, teasing the boy.

“Can HE keep his hands off ME?” Maverick bragged with a chuckle.

“Cocky little fucker,” Luke laughed with a squeeze of their hands.

“Hey, if her first boyfriend wasn’t so fucking hot, I wouldn’t have hit on him. If I wouldn’t have hit on him, he wouldn’t have started fucking me. If he hadn’t started fucking me, you wouldn’t have found out I like cock. Rusty taught me everything I know about how to please a dude.”

“I guess I should thank him. Can’t blame him, you were hot even at fifteen, muscle boy. Fucking Varsity pitcher.”

“That’s because of you, dad.”

“It’s our genetics. We can play and we can fuck.”

“Speaking of fucking,” Maverick said as he turned nose to nose with his dad.

“You ready to go again?” Luke smiled.

“You know I am,” Maverick grinned and wagged his eyebrows,

“Damn, were you this eager with Rusty?” Luke teased.

“Or course, he was my first. But it’s a different kind of eager with you, big guy.”

“On your back, muscle boy. We got a few more hours and I intend to use you every second of every minute.

“A warm-up for next weekend,” Maverick commented as he lifted his legs.

“Next weekend will be a marathon,” Luke said as he climbed between the boy’s muscular legs.